I hide under cheap pseudonyms to anonymize my growing pain,
Honesty smothers me in my sleep like some glassy cellophane.
I seek out watery love that won’t bruise me and won’t stain.
The covers of my book are closing, but I don’t want to die in vain.
I walk my road like there is no bigger curse than leaving a mark.
The greyness has crooked teeth, and they tend to leave deep scars,
But I would rather stay distorted, I would rather stay in the dark.
My mirrors are all painted over, and my heart is colder than Mars.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 